The idea that this was the work of a Washington Irving character was absurd and yet Quinn couldn’t help but wonder about it. A headless corpse, days after he had been dreaming about a headless rider who enjoys taking trophies. It unnerved him. But he pushed it to the back of his mind. Dream phantoms don’t kill people.
The second problem was more banal. He needed confirmation. Regardless of how it works in the movies, a one-source story wasn’t going to fly at the Chronicle . In theory, Gary could be making stuff up or have his facts confused. Quinn trusted him, but he wasn’t enough. Considering the return of Lord Halloween would panic just about everyone, he had to make sure the story was 100% solid.
But Quinn also knew he could not call the known world. Doing so could alert Summer or someone even more important to what’s going on. This was a major scoop—likely the biggest one of his career—and he would be damned if he was going to let it get away. How he acted would be critical. The police were trying to keep this quiet. That was fine by him. The Chronicle wouldn’t publish for two days—a lifetime for a story like this.
If whatever was going to happen broke today, it would be old news by the time the Chronicle came out. But if the police wanted to keep a lid on this… that changed things.
He had to be careful, building the case so it wouldn’t break until precisely the right time. This had to work but he was going to need help. He dialed Janus’ number.
He was so busy the next few hours, he didn’t even see when Kate walked in. Only when his stomach started rumbling at 12:30 did he look up and notice her there. She seemed absorbed in whatever she was doing.
He got up and crossed over to her desk.
“Hey,” he said, in what he hoped was a casual way.
She looked up at him.
“Hey stranger,” she replied. “I saw you over there working the phones. What has you so busy?”
Quinn thought for a moment. It was a risk to bring her in on a story like this. He really knew very little about her. On the other hand, she had been a reporter at a good city paper and Laurence had mentioned something about police beat experience. She might be an asset. Quinn glanced around nervously.
“How about we discuss it during lunch?” he asked.
She chuckled.
“Now I really am curious,” she said. She picked up her purse and grabbed her jacket.
“Where to?” she asked.
Chapter 8
Janus was standing in the entrance to La Villa Roma when they walked in.
“I figured I would find you here,” Janus said.
Quinn nodded and they walked over to a booth. The table still had the remnants of its previous occupant’s lunch on it, but Quinn barely noticed. Janus picked it up and set it on a nearby table before settling into the booth across from Quinn and Kate.
“What did you find?” he asked Janus.
“There’s a lot of activity,” Janus said. “They chased me away in a goddamned hurry.”
“Figures,” Quinn said.
“Wait a second,” Kate began. “What’s going on?”
“Can we trust her?” Janus asked, and Quinn could tell he wasn’t kidding. For all of Janus’ swearing and sometimes obnoxious behavior, there was no one else you wanted on your team. On stories like this, he was the most professional photographer you could ever want.
Quinn caught his breath and opened his mouth to speak.
“What do you think?” Kate asked, and looked at both of them slowly. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through Quinn. “On Saturday, you guys were all joking and now Janus is looking as serious as I’ve ever seen him. You can trust me. Now please tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I think we can,” Quinn said and looked back at Janus. He nodded.
“All right,” he said.
Quinn kept his voice low as he related to Kate his conversation with Gary that morning, although he did not tell them his source.
“So who were you on the phone with the rest of the morning?” Kate asked
The second problem was more banal. He needed confirmation. Regardless of how it works in the movies, a one-source story wasn’t going to fly at the Chronicle . In theory, Gary could be making stuff up or have his facts confused. Quinn trusted him, but he wasn’t enough. Considering the return of Lord Halloween would panic just about everyone, he had to make sure the story was 100% solid.
But Quinn also knew he could not call the known world. Doing so could alert Summer or someone even more important to what’s going on. This was a major scoop—likely the biggest one of his career—and he would be damned if he was going to let it get away. How he acted would be critical. The police were trying to keep this quiet. That was fine by him. The Chronicle wouldn’t publish for two days—a lifetime for a story like this.
If whatever was going to happen broke today, it would be old news by the time the Chronicle came out. But if the police wanted to keep a lid on this… that changed things.
He had to be careful, building the case so it wouldn’t break until precisely the right time. This had to work but he was going to need help. He dialed Janus’ number.
He was so busy the next few hours, he didn’t even see when Kate walked in. Only when his stomach started rumbling at 12:30 did he look up and notice her there. She seemed absorbed in whatever she was doing.
He got up and crossed over to her desk.
“Hey,” he said, in what he hoped was a casual way.
She looked up at him.
“Hey stranger,” she replied. “I saw you over there working the phones. What has you so busy?”
Quinn thought for a moment. It was a risk to bring her in on a story like this. He really knew very little about her. On the other hand, she had been a reporter at a good city paper and Laurence had mentioned something about police beat experience. She might be an asset. Quinn glanced around nervously.
“How about we discuss it during lunch?” he asked.
She chuckled.
“Now I really am curious,” she said. She picked up her purse and grabbed her jacket.
“Where to?” she asked.
Chapter 8
Janus was standing in the entrance to La Villa Roma when they walked in.
“I figured I would find you here,” Janus said.
Quinn nodded and they walked over to a booth. The table still had the remnants of its previous occupant’s lunch on it, but Quinn barely noticed. Janus picked it up and set it on a nearby table before settling into the booth across from Quinn and Kate.
“What did you find?” he asked Janus.
“There’s a lot of activity,” Janus said. “They chased me away in a goddamned hurry.”
“Figures,” Quinn said.
“Wait a second,” Kate began. “What’s going on?”
“Can we trust her?” Janus asked, and Quinn could tell he wasn’t kidding. For all of Janus’ swearing and sometimes obnoxious behavior, there was no one else you wanted on your team. On stories like this, he was the most professional photographer you could ever want.
Quinn caught his breath and opened his mouth to speak.
“What do you think?” Kate asked, and looked at both of them slowly. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through Quinn. “On Saturday, you guys were all joking and now Janus is looking as serious as I’ve ever seen him. You can trust me. Now please tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I think we can,” Quinn said and looked back at Janus. He nodded.
“All right,” he said.
Quinn kept his voice low as he related to Kate his conversation with Gary that morning, although he did not tell them his source.
“So who were you on the phone with the rest of the morning?” Kate asked
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